The busy weekend
Wednesday and I'm finally getting back to this. Pretty sad.
So last Thursday I helped at the art show set up. Didn't do much, just helped hang art for the the judges, ( and given that I have heard nothing about awards, I assume I didn't win anything, say la gare). That was fun. Its interesting to hear the stories from other artist. One painting was of a famous singer. The artist last year did a famous actor. My sculpting teacher said that the judges dont like that, that it's like plagiarism because you are taking the image from someone else's photo (assuming that this is not from a personal photo, although it could be given that the singer is a local talent). So that pretty much puts the kibosh on all my paintings, although they would not know that two of them are not mine. Two are obviously from someone else's work, albeit a screen shot from a show or movie. The other two are from photos other people took of their kids. But who's to know I didn't take them? Anyway.... it's kind of a hard thing to rationalize, because everything is pretty much photographed these days. It's one thing to take a photo of something obviously famous and classic, but it seems that if you say wanted to do a painting of a president, you'd have to use other people's photos. You're sure a hell not getting close to the Prez.
So then Friday my mom came down, and I met up with her and my aunt. My aunt.. We are sitting having coffee and a treat and she says very seriously .. "We need to tell you something..... When I was 19, I got pregnant.... and I gave the baby to your mother to raise... and it was you". And she had me at "We need to tell you something" because here I am thinking she's going to tell me she has breast cancer or something. Cripes. It was funny, but she really had me for a second. So I got her back later on when she forgot her glasses and I had to read the menu to her.. I made sure the waiter heard me say "It's okay, I'll read that for you aunty, I know you cant read!"
Sat. we were up at the crack of dawn to yard sale. I got a great comforter for $2.50. It was brand new I think. King size. Not exactly my colors, but hell, I'll hold my knows and enjoy the green and pinks. Who cares? I didn't get too much else, but it was still fun, and exciting as my aunt drives like a mad woman and nearly gets us killed a number of times. UG.
I took my mom to the dump later and we took home a nice coffee table too. That and two end tables and a tray table and some lamps went home with her. She will take them to the consignment shop and see what she can get for them. It's like a game to her. And hey, it's good money sometimes. She's a vicious yardsalers.
Yardsailing is so funny sometimes. We went to one, and they had mostly Christmas stuff and odds and ends, but I did see one measuring cup, and I am a sucker for measuring cups. I can never seem to have enough. Whenever I want one, it's at the bottom of the dish drainer, or wet (and not what you want for flour or sugar) etc. So I picked up this one, and asked the woman how much (I bent the handle back in place too) and she said Two Dollars! I was thinking 50 cents. She says "It's Revere Ware!". Big whoop! You an have it. So as it turns out, we were at another yard sale where an old woman was downsizing, and my mom pulls out a whole set of BETTER, newer, stronger measuring cups, and the woman asks one dollar for all 4. SCORE! I also got a fanny pack there, which I had just asked my mom and aunt to keep an eye out for (for putting things in when I bike) and one more thing for a buck which I cant recall right now.
So then Sunday, after my mom goes back home, I had to run out and get brownie mix to make some dessert for a BBQ we had been invited to. One of the women at my Tuesday art group invited all the artist and models to come to her house in Dorchester. I was nervous about it, being the 'city' and all, but it was a really nice area. And there was plenty of on street parking, which I was afraid there wouldn't be. Her house was amazing. The area had been run down when they bought years ago, but now it was up and coming and all these fantastic 3-5 story homes with little plots of land at least as big as my yard are all being updated. Great homes, with fireplaces and old doors and catwalks and scolloped shingles and bump outs and so on and so on. Perfect for artists. :) Her husband just cooked and cooked and cooked and the kids (post college I think) cleaned up and she just mostly enjoyed her guests. Wow... that's the life.
Something must have happened between then and now but I can think of it. I'll get back to it if I do later.
My last note is the weird dream I had las night about being in a camper, and having to escape from ??? and me and whoever driving the camper through a huge window to try to land in a pool outside, but as we went out the window, the camper didn't fly through the air to the pool, (who would have thought it would, right?) but went out and strait down, windshield first into the ground. I remember in the dream blacking out and then waking up and not being able to breath well... Amazing how the mind can do that. I think it was my cold (yes, I have a slight cold, thanks to you all and Himself). I don't recall what happened after that in the dream. I guess I lived, but I don't know how badly I was hurt. Hrm..
Other last note, it's gotten cold at night. Close all the windows cold. But today it warmed up and so then it was open all the windows and let the heat in. Cold enough that the cats were sleeping on the bed with us last night, which they have not done all summer.
Last last note.... Oh shit, I forgot the Birthday party. That and why I hate College tomorrow, and maybe one more thing I forgot because my brain.. well, my brain is bad. Oh the floor, I'll tell you more about the floor.